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Charts
Peak #4,296
Peak in subgenre #685
Author
maxximum/RockIt productions
Uploaded
February 08, 2004
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Party feelingz
[chorus]
I drink…(what?)/
I smoke…(pot)/
I don’t give a…(fuck)/
Cuz I feel like that’s my…(job)/
There’s aparty track going on, you can feel it? Touch it!/
There’s a party track going on you can see and hear, look and listen/
I drink…(what?)/
I smoke…(pot)/
I don’t give a…(fuck)/
Cuz I feel like that’s my…(job)/
[verse 1]
ok, verse 1, where to start this shit/
don’t think I can’t think cuz when I made this record I did!/
don’t diss me on my words, won’t heart me a bit/
I won’t even notice, to busy doin my thang and ish/
I can not sit still, so Imma break this motherfucker down like a Chinese Ming/
Jimi Hendrix and Elvis died the way I party/
Laughin hard at jokes, stoned, sippin Bacardi/ (go shawty)
Make people think you’re rich, drivin yo Harley/
Partyin’s aight but I prefer to chill/
Sittin on the couch thinking how to make these bills/
A pity I ain’t even have time to waste or kill/
I wanna make cash cos still no 24’s here/
But at least I don’t have to be 21 to get me a beer/
America sucks bout that shit, drinkin at 21 with your hands on your steer for 5 years/
Well cut out about the US/
Cos this is me reaching with my hand under yo dress/
Stoned on my 14th, I’m such a stupid-ass/
[chorus]
[verse 2]
we all die one day, why not livin it up/
livin to the max till we get caught by a c-op/
leafs bring happiness, why stayin depressive?/
fuck it…the impact ain’t that massive/
no seize motherfucker, spent cash on trees/
go to a hundred motherfuckin other galaxys/
aaah…lay back, chill out, so we can party at night/
when I get cash, I roll hash and buy so much barbeques everybody can have a bite/
I gotta rap, else I can’t have these bitches to fuck me/
cos my ass looks like s.h.i.t./
no time to stop…I gotta keep goin/
my ideas keep groin/
dre said you can’t make a hoe a housewife/
but if you make a housewife a hoe, you can make a million or 5/
I’m crazy cos…
[chorus]
damn, that was the sickest idea ever/
when do y’all see a hoe cleanin? Right, never/
so that shit wasn’t that fuckin clever/
yo do you see a mother grap a dick and suck?/
ha, a bitch with a baby doesn’t fuck/
but I do..pull my pants down and screw..than put it back on/
and before she can say I word, I’m already gone/
never call back, never even caught her name/
that’s pretty ill, but it’s also a shame/
no way Max that’s how it needs to be, no playin hard to get/
no talking bitch, don’t even fuck on a bed/
sit on a chair receiving sum head/
bitch, fuck me till you throw up/
then I go back to the party to make myself drunk/
nobody even knows that bitch/
but what’s this?/
a hole in the rubber?/
abort that kid, I don’t wanna be father/
and what would yo husband think of this/
he might find himself another bitch if he thinks it’s his/
I don’t want that, we both wanna live/
Now is that clear? Good gimme a spliff/
*maximum scratches: party feelingz motherfucker!*
